Christ Will Be My Hideaway

I will dwell within the shelter

Of the God Who reigns above

I will rest beneath the shadow

Of the mighty King of love

Though a sickness hides in darkness

Though a plague destroys by day

I will stand upon His promises

Christ will be my hideaway

In You my God I trust

You are strong and here with us

In You my hope remains

Christ will be my hideaway

Angels gather to protect me

When they hear my Savior call

Sovereign hands are ever ready

To uphold me should I fall

Safe beneath His wings of refuge

All my fears are kept at bay

I am shielded by His faithfulness

Christ will be my hideaway

In You my God I trust

You are strong and here with us

In You my hope remains

Christ will be my hideaway

Though a thousand fall around me

Though death looks me in the eye

Evil shall not have the vict'ry

While the Lord is at my side

God in power raised my Savior

I no longer fear the grave

Through this fragile life and evermore

Christ will be my hideaway

In You my God I trust

You are strong and here with us

In You my hope remains

Christ will be my hideaway

In You my God I trust

You are strong and here with us

In You my hope remains

Christ will be my hideaway

Christ will be my hideaway

Christ you are my hideaway

Jesus I My Cross Have Taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken

All to leave and follow Thee

Destitute, despised, forsaken

Thou from hence my all shall be

Perish every fond ambition

All I’ve sought or hoped or known

Yet how rich is my condition

God and heav’n are still my own

Let the world despise and leave me

They have left my Savior, too

Human hearts and looks deceive me

Thou art not, like them, untrue

O while Thou dost smile upon me

God of wisdom, love, and might

Foes may hate and friends disown me

Show Thy face and all is bright

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure

Come disaster, scorn and pain

In Thy service, pain is pleasure

With Thy favor, loss is gain

I have called Thee Abba Father

I have stayed my heart on Thee

Storms may howl, and clouds may gather

All must work for good to me

Haste thee on from grace to glory

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer

Heav’n’s eternal days before thee

God’s own hand shall guide us there

Soon shall close thy earthly mission

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days

Hope shall change to glad fruition

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise